How Long Ago It Is Since We Went Maying! Since She And I Went Maying Long Ago! The Years Have Left My Forehead Lined, I Know, Have Thinned My Hair Around The Temples Graying. Ah, Time Will Change Us; Yea, I Hear It Saying, "She, Too, Grows Old: The Face Of Rose And Snow Has Lost Its Freshness: In The Hair'S Brown Glow Some Strands Of Silver Sadly, Too, Are Straying. The Form You Knew, Whose Beauty So Enspelled, Has Lost The Litheness Of Its Loveliness: And All The Gladness That Her Blue Eyes Held Tears And The World Have Hardened With Distress." "True! True!" I Answer,"O Ye Years That Part! These Things Are Changed, But Is Her Heart, Her Heart?"